This is a song about "Opinions"

And my own opinions,

They bringing me fish and chips

Slashing these words, flashing the birds. my speciality is gathering the herds,

People's opinions are inverted as a sorceress of language costs you your verbs,

Cause to you they are just opinions

Bout some, but never put out the stout guns

Because they have no accurate opinions of you,

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

Tired of hearing rappers with the same old rhythm same old stupid opinions

In your opinion cause i'm dependent on others opinions

Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions

You have your own opinions man

You ain’t content with tryin' to do your thang